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Possession

Chapter 8

Paragon of Sensuality

The next morning came like a gentle hush. The sun wasn't even visible through the somewhat dark clouds up above as the rain pelted down upon the earth.

Its gentleness lied within the rain; the endless amount of water was a soothing hymn against the windows, a tranquil wakeup call that brought Link from his sleep into the waking world. His tired eyes blinked repeatedly, his body heavy underneath the covers. He managed to see the alarm clock – 07:14. He let out a tired chuckle and closed his eyes again. Normally, he would be alarmed to see that it was that much already; but not this time. For once, he would take Ghirahim's advice and skip school.

Mostly because he didn't want to see Zelda. Secondly because he was tired and exhausted from the emotional stress he endured last night. And lastly because he rather stays at home, sleep in, and meet Veran again.

Veran.

Link smiled in his slowly awakening state. Veran Ashdown, his neighbour. The woman who had from day one been on his mind. But now, who needed to dream when he and Veran had actually kissed?

They had kissed over and over last night – neither knew for exactly how long, but the only reason they had stopped was because the lack of oxygen. At that single moment, they had stared hazily, dreamily at each other, smiling wickedly over their situation. Their lips had ached for more, and who were they to deny the sensation that overwhelmed them as their mouths pressed against one another, making out as if there was no tomorrow waiting for them.

And what a sensation it was! It blew Link away by miles – If his kisses and make outs with Zelda had been like a gentle stream, Veran's was a tidal wave. Not in the sloppy kind of way, rather the wild, untamed course – Link had been swept away, and drowned under the touch of her lips against his.

They had continued making out for nearly roughly two hours. Nothing more, nothing less. While Veran had been disappointed, evident in her face, she had agreed with Link when he said it was for the best that nothing major happened that night – their first kiss was more remarkable anyway. After all; they belonged to one another now. They had nothing but time on their side now.

Though Link had to admit; it had been very tempting to give in to the seductive look in the woman's eyes.

He chuckled against his pillow. The rain continued to pour down outside, and he didn't have a care in the world now. Or at least that's how he felt. He was satisfied to simply sleep in for once and not having to think about his worries.

When Link properly opened up his eyes again, feeling much more rested, the time was 10:21. Normally he would be having history-class now. Normally he would sit and wait impatiently for the class to end so he could meet Zelda on the roof, eating lunch and have a good time. Normally.

How funny it was, in a way, that he didn't miss it too much.

He groggily got out of bed. The covers slid off him in his clumsy motions, the warmth he had built up overnight now instantly leaving his body resulting in a chilling shiver across his skin. He was in need of a shower - and for once, Link didn't need to take a cold shower after waking up.

10:53. As Link ate his simple breakfast, his cell phone vibrated against the wooden surface of the table. He cats it a glance – it was from Ghirahim.

Hey man! How are you? Feeling better I hope!

I decided to skip school today too! Meet up for lunch later?

Hugs and Kisses /Ghirahim

Link let out a muffled chuckle. Ignoring the crumbs of bread spilling out of his mouth for now, he re-read the message. Of course Ghirahim would skip school – he probably wanted details. Say what you will about him, but he wasn't by any means dumb. He could probably figure out that Link had met Veran as he got home, despite the lack of any indication of him knowing this in the message.

The blonde began to write back. After a few seconds, he sent the reply and continued to eat his breakfast. Ghirahim would want to meet him around 12; there was still plenty of time left.

Fortunately, Link knew a good way to kill time before he had to go.

Clad in a simple over-sized white t-shirt and grey pants white his blonde hair still messy from the shower, Link put on his shoes and headed through the doorway – wanting to be the one who paid an early morning visit for once, he smiled to himself.

Though he did not get far; as he stepped outside the door, Veran was already standing just a few steps away, equally surprised as he was. They ended up laughing softly at the situation as they walked up to each other, with a sly glint in their eyes.

"Brilliant minds think alike…" Veran said in a soft chuckle, wrapping an arm around Link's shoulder and neck. She was clad in her usual morning attire consisting of a loose black tank-top, grey night shorts with grey slippers and ultimately a purple/black wool robe. Her orange hair was a bit messy like Link, though some neatly care had been given to it with the bangs, but the ponytail was gone, allowing the hair to cascade down past her neck.

Link smiled and placed his hands on her hips, beneath the tank-top. The feeling of her naked skin beneath his hands were enticing, and judging by Veran's slight hissing sound and smirk, Link wasn't alone in feeling it.

She returned the gesture, her fingernails scratching the surface of his toned stomach. He flinched slightly at the small pain, but smiled anyway. Their eyes met in a flash of shared mirth.

"Indeed…" Link finally replied. "Slept well?"

"Never slept better." Veran said with a purr. "But I would've slept even better after a good workout…" Her voice was irresistible. Its husky, sultry tone was enough to bring down any defences Link had. Not that he tried to hold them up now.

"Veran, you know that-"

"- you don't want to jump to sex immediately. And trust me when I say this, I do understand. However…" Her nails scratched his skin as she ran them up and down the toned front of Link's body. "Now that I finally have you, I feel my patience slowly running out…"

"And you are making it just as hard to resist…" Link said in a low voice. They pulled their arms towards themselves to hug one another, their bodies pressed against each other through the clothes. More than ample breasts against a flat, toned chest, and hungry lips that eagerly began to kiss.

The sensation from last night flared up instantly. They felt hot like they were on fire, and yet they craved more. Tongues lashed and coiled, lips tasted and nibbled, and their hands roamed freely across naked skin underneath clothes.

The duo slowly pulled away – a single, thin line of saliva connecting their lower lips for a brief second before it broke off. They stared dreamily into each other's eyes, sharing heavy breaths.

"Surely you can reconsider, no?" Veran teased huskily. "Your body seem more honest…"

"The body is always more honest. It's about the mind." Link said. "I don't want to jump right into sex right away… It's odd enough that I have already entered a relationship son soon-" He was silenced by her index-finger, pressed firmly against his lips.

"I know…" The woman said. Her breaths became laboured, her dreamy gaze intensified. "Link dear, do… do you have any plans for today…?" She asked, her voice still as husky.

"I am meeting a friend of mine for lunch around 12… that's all. Why do you ask?"

"12 huh?" Veran glanced at her wrist-watch. "Plenty of time to spare… I´ll call you later for the other plans, but now I have an idea…" She flashed him a grin, grabbing his wrist and began to lead Link back into his apartment. Despite her lack of muscles to that of Link's, she forced him up against the wall next to the now barely closed door. She pressed herself against him, kissing him deeply while he was pinned to the wall.

"I… Suppose… it was… chilly… outside…" Link said in-between the kisses until Veran broke off again, grinning at him.

"Oh, it was. But that's not why I did this. No… I told you I had an idea of my own."

"And what would that be?" Link said with a smile, quirking an eyebrow in the process. The woman simply chuckled, dragging her hand down his chest.

"You wish to wait a bit with sex. However…" She got down on her knees, her eyes still locked onto his. "There are loopholes that I intend on taking advantage of."

Link felt his cheeks flush red, his eyes widening at the implication. Before long, Veran had begun to unzip his pants – his underpants remaining at the only obstacle. "V-Veran… Stop… This isn't exactly any different…"

"That's where you are wrong." She said casually with a smirk. Her fingers tapped the outline of the honest member in front of her. "Sex is intercourse – penetration of a man into a woman. What I intend to do is sexual, but not actual sex." She threw a mocking smile at him. "Loophole."

"Veran…" Link gasped, feeling his underpants being pulled down to his ankles. "S-stop it-" He quickly jerked his head from side to side at the wet touch of lips and her hand jerking back and forth. His mind went blank at that moment, with only his body to think for him; and it wanted more. Link buried his fingers into the messy orange hair as his hips slowly began to match Veran's rhythm.

He couldn't think rationally. He knew it was bad enough that he had entered a relationship with someone else so quickly after what had happened with Zelda. And he shouldn't even be thinking about sex just yet. Still, how could he not – He had acknowledged Veran and her womanliness since they first met, she had appeared in erotic dreams over and over and ultimately, he had seen her naked. From the back, but naked nonetheless.

It was as she had said. His body was honest. The sensation Link felt now as Veran bobbed her head back and forth between his legs was indescribable! Once again did his mind take him back to the brunette that used to be his girlfriend, and what they used to have – He couldn't help it. Link began to compare, with Veran as the winner once again. Link had never felt this good before. This was a whole new level.

The pleasure built up the more Veran continued, yet still images of Zelda flashed before him. It wasn't in the sense that he missed her. It was as if Link subconsciously imagined Zelda to witness what was happening, like a twisted form of revenge.

He let out a rugged moan. The pleasure overflowed, his member still buried in Veran's mouth. Link opened up his eyes, which he didn't remember to have closed, and looked down at Veran in mild shock over what he was seeing.

He stared down in shocking amazement, his eyes meeting hers. She grinned whilst tilting her head upwards to show off his white handiwork inside her mouth, gurgling it loudly before her lips closed. A gulping sound and her mouth was empty.

She glanced at her watch, then back at Link, grinning lustfully while licking her lips. "You should get dressed before you meet your friend." She said with a chuckle. "I'll call you later darling."

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"There you are!" Ghirahim exclaimed, waving his arm at Link who walked up to him. They had decided to meet up at a café named Anju's Coffee and Tea, in which the white-haired man had seemingly been waiting for a little while. He tapped his foot against the pavement, hiding underneath his umbrella due to the rain.

"Sorry to have kept you waiting." Link said, hurrying inside due to the lack of umbrella. "Did you wait long?"

"Not really, about 10 minutes perhaps." Ghirahim replied. They walked up to the register, eyeing the chalkboard menu that was hung upon the wall.

"How are you feeling?" He then asked, briefly looking over at his blonde friend before looking at the menu again. Link let out a tired chuckle.

"I feel rather refreshed." Link began. "Much better than before as a matter of fact. The white-haired friend grinned.

"That's awesome man! So, I take it Zelda hasn't shown up?" Link shook his head. "That's great! Let's hope she keeps it that way!" Ghirahim said next.

"Knowing her, she probably will try sooner or later. You told me yourself that she even called you to see if I was there." Link said. Ghirahim was about to reply until the owner and cashier arrived – a young woman with auburn hair and a smile that was as pure as the snow. "Hello! May I take your order?"

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"So, why are we sitting in your car, drinking coffee while it rains when we could as easily just get a table?" Ghirahim asked, eyeing Link puzzlingly. The blonde sighed.

"Because I wish to talk privately. And in case we need to go somewhere we already have the car to quickly get to whatever destination." Link took a sip of his coffee; its nearly scalding temperature forced him to only take small sips in order to not burn his lips.

"Privately huh? Is it about that neighbour of yours whom you only see as a friend?" Link looked back at Ghirahim who wiggled his eyebrows playfully.

"I was telling the truth." Link said. "… At the time."

"At the time? Oh, I see…" Ghirahim snickered. "I knew it! Something did happen right?"

Link didn't reply at first. He took another sip of his coffee, savouring its taste before looking at his white-haired friend. "To keep it short, we did have our shares of… growing attraction towards each other." He saw Ghirahim beam with mirth. "And… last night as I got home… we kissed."

Never before had Ghirahim been as loud as he was now. He laughed, he cheered, and threw a positive tantrum about the whole thing. "Way to go Link! Hah! Serves Zelda right!"

Once again, Link didn't reply. He didn't want to agree, yet he subconsciously did. He remained silent and merely drank his now lukewarm coffee. Until Ghirahim patted him on the back.

"I got to be honest with you man… I never really liked that brunette. She had her ways of getting under my skin, and I hated it! But this neighbour of yours… Call it an intuition, but I have a feeling you will be better off with her."

"And how can you be so sure of that? Not that I don't agree with you-"

"Intuition my friend." Ghirahim said. "Intuition…"

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The time was now 13:58. After a prolonged talk with Ghirahim about Veran, Zelda, and irrelevant stuff, Link was now finally heading home. The rain kept falling down from the dark clouds, small pools of water starting to form on the ground, scattered across its surface.

He felt his pocket vibrate. With a red light up ahead, Link quickly got hold of his phone. Veran had sent him a message.

Still having time before the green light, Link began to read the message; he felt excited and genuinely happy, wondering what she could want.

Hello Darling

I told you that I had other plans in mind right?

So here's the thing; get back home as soon as possible. Dress up nicely and meet me at Stock Pot restaurant at 14:30.

Don't keep me waiting, stud.

Link chuckled with a light blush. Despite knowing that he had only half an hour to get ready and find the restaurant, he felt his spirits rise. The green light shined through the rain, prompting him to continue to drive home.

Once he stepped into the apartment, he quickly headed for the bedroom. Swiftly and fluently was the clothes discarded, replaced by a white, proper shirt with a black over-shirt that he left unbuttoned. In addition, Link now wore a pair of black pants – simple, but matching.

He walked over to the bathroom. He still had some cologne for situations such as this, thankfully. A few spurts, and he smelled nice, and looked good. He checked his watch, which showed the time to be 14:23.

Feeling ready to go, Link got out of the bathroom and headed back to the hallway. He grabbed the keys, he put on his shoes and grabbed his green jacket.

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´Just in time!´ Link thought, slightly panicked. It had been harder then he thought it to be to find the Stock Pot restaurant, but there it was – just further down the street, decorated with a beautiful sight that hung above the entrance. It appeared to be a restaurant that was influenced by pre-modern times, but it gave it that much more of a cozy, humble atmosphere to it.

Once he managed to park the car remotely close, he quickly hurried inside to avoid getting soaked. As soon as he entered the doors se saw Veran; and what a sight it was.

She wore a simple black, sleeveless dress that reached down below her knees, with dark purple heels and black gloves that reached up to just below the elbows. The waitress had already taken care of Veran's coat, and was now asking Link for his jacket which he clumsily handed over – he just couldn't take his eyes off the woman, who smiled at him.

"I'm glad to see you made it in time. I only just arrived myself." She said in the same husky tone. Link smiled back, his cheeks red with blush.

"I wouldn't want to keep you waiting… You look absolutely divine Veran. You're beautiful."

She averted her eyes with a light flush of her own, but her lips still smirked. "Thank you… And I must say, that outfit looks absolutely dashing on you. And here I thought you couldn't be more handsome."

Link chuckled, offering his arm. "Shall we?"

"I wouldn't have it any other way." Veran replied, linking her arm around his as they walked to their table. It was a seat next to the window, not far from the front doors. A single lit candle stood proudly in the middle of the mahogany table that was decorated by a silvery-white tablecloth. They sat down on the opposite ends, eyes staring warmly into one another.

"This place serves excellent food, dinner or lunch it doesn't matter." Veran said. "Have you been here before?"

"Can't say that I have. I've seen it though, but I never got around visiting it." Link replied. "It will be quite the memorable first visit."

Veran's eyes gleamed along with her smirk. "And pray tell, why what would make it so memorable?"

"As if you didn't know already." Link said with a soft laughter. "I'm sitting here with the person who has helped me through a short, but tough time, and who also have captivated me with her beauty, her smarts and friendship."

"Aren't you a charmer…" Veran said dreamily. Link smiled back with a wink.

"You are one to talk. "

"I suppose I am." Veran smiled slyly. "But that doesn't mean I am wrong."

"Still," Link began to reply. "You started it all. Ever since I first met you when you moved in, I noticed you. You stood out from women I saw walking around in general. Though I didn't admit it even to myself at the time."

"I can say the same to you." Veran said. "When I first laid my eyes on you, I felt that burning rush. I don't usually go around and chase men, but you…" Her eyes pierced through him with a dreamy lust. "There you stood, all handsome and willing to help me. Being my next door neighbour as well, I thought to myself that I shouldn't let this chance go to waste. After all, as I kept displaying my appeal, you seemed to be drawn closer."

"Like when I happened to stumble into your room that one time?" Link raised an eyebrow as he asked, genuinely curious. Veran laughed again.

"Naturally. Though, people commonly mistake a woman's sex appeal to be proved in the bedroom. A single-minded thought. I can prove my appeal and womanliness by simple gestures. Give me an apple tree and I will display my womanliness by picking the apple. Give me rain, and I will display my appeal by simply standing there."

Link didn't reply, but nodded. He was amazed by Veran, how she could speak of anything and be so knowledgeable.

"An interesting thought." Link finally said. "It just so happens to rain at the moment." Veran gave him a wide grin in response, but didn't go further on the subject.

They both were interrupted by the waiter, who offered them their menus. They got some time to think about what to eat for lunch before he returned. Despite the foul weather that raged outside, the couple spend most of their time barely noticing it as they were too deeply immersed with their conversation. They shared laughs, listened to each other and had a great time, eating their respective lunches while enjoying each other's company.

Link felt his mood improver even further. He wasn't even thinking about Zelda anymore. Just talking and be around Veran felt so natural, as if they had been a couple for years.

Veran was opposite of Zelda. She was older, but still young. She had experience, she knew of things he had yet to learn. Veran was more mature in her way of thinking; she thought before speaking and had a strong self-confidence. Where Zelda was the school-crush that had managed to develop into a relationship, Veran was the burning love that refused to die out.

Zelda had been gentle. Veran was passionate.

The difference was night and day.

"Did you enjoy the food?" Veran asked, after a good 25 minutes of talking spent between them. Link nodded with a wide smile.

"Absolutely! I'll keep this place in mind for the future." His blue eye winked at the woman, who grinned despite her light blush.

"I like the sound of that. Shall we head back home?"

"Already?" Link said puzzlingly. "I thought I saw some nifty names for desserts on the menu as well."

The woman let out a pure womanly laughter. Her flame-coloured eyes flashed with a mischievous lust. Her lips curled up into a perverted smile.

"Oh, there will be dessert…"

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Link stumbled back onto the edge of his bed, falling on top of the soft covers. He barely got up before Veran lunged at him, kissing his lips vigorously. She had begun to plant kisses on him as they left the restaurant, growing bolder once they had gotten inside his car.

For the whole trip back, the woman had teased him with kisses and purring whispers of seduction. Her hands had travelled inside his clothes, touching his skin as he drove them home – an endless taunting of eroticism that had driven Link over the edge.

And now, they were in his apartment, on his bed, kissing and touching like mad. Clothes were shredded off their bodies, flung far away across the room.

"Veran…" Link tried to speak against the assault of kisses. "Veran, stop…! I… I told you-"

"And I told you, Link… My patience has run out. I can't contain it any longer… I want you..." Her voice was dark, lustful. Her breaths became laboured again as she bit down on the collarbone, prompting Link to groan in the painful pleasure.

"Damn it… to hell with this." He whispered. Before Veran could ask him, the blonde had already removed his pants, along with his white shirt. She smiled widely, flashing her teeth at the sight and pulled down the zipper on the backside of her dress. She pushed the man back into the bed as her dress fell, quickly straddling him as he looked back up. She smiled with delight as his blue sapphires widened, staring intensely.

"Looks a lot better from the front, don't they?" Veran asked playfully. Her fingernails dug into his skin, scratching the surface. "All yours…"

He didn't know how it happened. One moment he was straddled by Veran, worshipping her body like the goddess she was with his hands, and the next he was on top of her, their bodies connected like in his dreams. He couldn't think properly – every thought became mush as he indulged himself with Veran.

As they became more promiscuous he became a tyrant; he felt her womanhood tightening, and she took it like he was slowly killing her with a blade. A completely different side to sex that he had never experienced with Zelda and it became his obsession - his drug. He craved more, for various reasons, amongst them being payback for what Zelda had done. In his mind, it was officially over between them. He was doing nothing wrong. Or was it because it was wrong that he enjoyed doing it? He never dwelled on it.

All he knew now was that Veran was his, as he was hers. She was the paragon of sensuality, and she had him right where she wanted. He was the thrall of her radiant eroticism.

And Link would happily oblige.

In their own little world, they didn't even notice the curious voice of a certain brunette, who happened to find the front door unlocked.

What will happen now I wonder? ;)

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